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The clouds salivating, drooling from the sky at the thought of the trouble to wreak |
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'til lightning breached their bellies. Caesarean section washes pigment from every street |
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And it's high tide, as the sewers rise, and the drains have become obsolete |
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Seems there's no place in this town, for something as pure as you seem |
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I'm diving into headers, put this pretty face where the boots are flying in |
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Been bobbing rotten apples, water to my waist, in a shark-infested bin |
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People laugh, they will call it folly, but we connected like a Yeboah volley |
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I'm totting up my worth in stamps, but doing so in second class |
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I heard that it hurts, and I said |
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Two wrists, two wrist watches, tick-tick-tocking, second hands slightly out of time |
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A constant subtle reminder, one of us will be gone before bells of the other chime |
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I requested a room with a view, in the middle of a war between me and you |
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And leave with all the dignity of missed Panenka penalty |
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I heard that it hurts, and I said |
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I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me |
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She smiled at a joke, but I said |
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I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me |
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'til the rats and worms are all interned at least 5 feet above we |
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Draw me like one of your fence, girls, stood erect as a post, head to toe in creosote |
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We're blocking out all the lapsed-punks, listen them piss and moan, counting out major notes |
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Banned from every bar in town, snooker balls a weapon made |
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Snooker cue held upside down, propelled like helicopter blade |
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The crowds celebrating, drooling from each side with the thought of the trouble to wreak |
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And you hear them singing (in every room, from nursery to tomb): |
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"Ex-boyfriend give us a song, ex-boyfriend, boyfriend give us a song |
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Ex-boyfriend give us a song, ex-boyfriend, boyfriend give us a song" |
